I`m in shambles, ya`ll. A mix of whites, coloureds, anti-pasta trays and cold tiled floors with nothing to sit on and no hot water, all shambling around in a metaphorical dryer. Metaphorical because we air-dry our shit here.
Our move is complete. And just in time. A hurricane came through last week and all but destroyed our beaches. And by ‘destroyed,’ I mean, ‘jacked up.’ It also made the outside windows filthy. And with the arrival of our 9 boxes of wordly possessions from the States, which thank God-fully had my Super Troopers DVD, and our new view from our terrace, we can finally begin to permanently settle in. And if I hadn`t given away my DVD player or sold my TV, I could be watching Super Troopers right now.
But back to settling in.
And the reality that that may not happen.
You see, my visa expires at the end of December. And I don’t yet have my resident card.
Upon inquiry today as to the status and reiteration of its need, I was met with, and I quote, “. . .will not happen. Their printing machines have all broken down.” Which is French for, “We`re the French and we don’t feel like working the two weeks before or after the holidays.”
What does this mean for you? It means that I can`t get back into the country. And that`s a problem.
You`re my solution. Hi.
Scenario:
1. We have a place to be on January 7.
2. One that requires us to leave the country.
3. Resident cards take 4-8 weeks.
4. Rescheduling is not an option.
Do you:
A. Start apartment shopping back home in Denver?
B. Spend your last few days outside the business school looking for a shotgun wedding candidate?
C. Ramp up your current efforts to pull off ‘B’?
D. Head back to the university campus to fulfill ‘B’?
E. Park outside the highschools looking for answers to ‘B’?
F. Roll the dice at immigration?
I`ve adopted the French mentality and thus am void of the capability to make an executive decision. In the spirit of the holidays, my gift to you, as I sit idly by and watch, is to let you, my reader, decide my residential fate. Your polls are now open.
Help a brother out.
Oh yeah, don`t fu*k this one up.
Our move is complete. And just in time. A hurricane came through last week and all but destroyed our beaches. And by ‘destroyed,’ I mean, ‘jacked up.’ It also made the outside windows filthy. And with the arrival of our 9 boxes of wordly possessions from the States, which thank God-fully had my Super Troopers DVD, and our new view from our terrace, we can finally begin to permanently settle in. And if I hadn`t given away my DVD player or sold my TV, I could be watching Super Troopers right now.
But back to settling in.
And the reality that that may not happen.
You see, my visa expires at the end of December. And I don’t yet have my resident card.
Upon inquiry today as to the status and reiteration of its need, I was met with, and I quote, “. . .will not happen. Their printing machines have all broken down.” Which is French for, “We`re the French and we don’t feel like working the two weeks before or after the holidays.”
What does this mean for you? It means that I can`t get back into the country. And that`s a problem.
You`re my solution. Hi.
Scenario:
1. We have a place to be on January 7.
2. One that requires us to leave the country.
3. Resident cards take 4-8 weeks.
4. Rescheduling is not an option.
Do you:
A. Start apartment shopping back home in Denver?
B. Spend your last few days outside the business school looking for a shotgun wedding candidate?
C. Ramp up your current efforts to pull off ‘B’?
D. Head back to the university campus to fulfill ‘B’?
E. Park outside the highschools looking for answers to ‘B’?
F. Roll the dice at immigration?
I`ve adopted the French mentality and thus am void of the capability to make an executive decision. In the spirit of the holidays, my gift to you, as I sit idly by and watch, is to let you, my reader, decide my residential fate. Your polls are now open.
Help a brother out.
Oh yeah, don`t fu*k this one up.
